You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you couldn't force yourself to care at the moment. A situation happened that wounded you deeply, and it was necessary for you to get some fresh air in order to not do anything drastic or embarrassing.

You sat at the bench, the most unnoticeable one, you hoped. It was difficult to relax with your mind reacting on every sound and movement a worrying that anyone might spot you. Both teachers and students were awful options that would make your situation worse.

However, it was impossible to avoid forever, and eventually, someone spots you. "Skipping? You know that's against the rules, right?"

Their stern demeanor falters when they see your state. Even without knowing the story, it was clear you had a reason to do that. They sigh, sitting next to you. They never were the best emotional supporter, but they can't leave a person like that. "Now, tell me what happened. We're not leaving until we solve the problem."